So anyway, we went camping with our ward up in the mountains a few miles from Idyllwild. Only an hours drive from home and we went from 95 degrees to 70! Bliss! It was a beautiful area with lots of pine trees and grassy areas sourrounded by pretty multi-coloured mountains. We set the tent up for the kids (A. liked the tent so much she said she could live in there - yeah riiiight!) and then we put a sleeping bag in the back of the Ford Expedition for MM and Moi. I am 'tent challenged'. I do not like being in close proximity to:A. dirtB. things that live in dirtC. things that crawl in dirtD. things that slither in dirtWe had a talent show and saw the depths to which people will go to entertain others. I will not mention the half-naked Judge rippling his 6-pack abdomen around to music. Don't ask. You also don't want to know about the 5 teenage boys (2 of them were Bishop's kids) who brushed their teeth with the same brush and rinsed with the same cup of water. Then the 5th kid drank it...YUCK.To my surprise, both A. and C. got involved and did some impromptu skits with their friends. I may post some pictures...So after the show and the s'mores and the fire and the kids running around throwing pine cones at eachother, MM and I went for a walk to a clearing where we looked up and saw the stars. Don't get me wrong, I have seen stars before, even shooting stars, but I have never seen SO many, SO bright and SO beautiful! With the naked eye you could see the cloudiness of the Milky Way but, by happy coincidence, MM had his binoculars ($5 from the Sallie shop) and we could then see that the 'cloudiness' was actually thousands of clusters of stars! What a show! And it was all free.So, we slept in the back of the SUV and although it wasn't terribly comfortable, we managed to get some sleep before the smell of smokey bacon and eggs sent me stumbling out into the morning...

This is my first foray into the world of blogging and I am a tad nervous about it. I have so many questions so I put them in a list. Feel free to reply.What am I supposed to write?Should I include my real name?Isn't that dangerous?Like, am I exposing myself to identity theft?How personal should I be?Is this supposed to be a journal or a diary or what?Will people be offended if I make fun of them?Will I get hate mail?Will anybody ever read it?What are the benefits of blogging (other than making fun of people/myself)?

What's that you say? Why does my title have nothing whatsoever to do with my post? I heard a cartoon character say it on TV just now. I also heard, "What do you get when you cross a yak with a banana?" It's.... oh darn, someone changed the channel.

The Ready Store

Hilariosity...

Daughter: Mum tried to throw me off the top of the Empire State Building but there's a fence around it so she couldn't.--------------------

Son: What was Jesus' real name?

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Son: (At the Christmas tree lighting ceremony) What's happening now?Mother: They're about to light the tree.Son: On FIRE?(It's hard to adequately portray the glee with which this was said.)--------------------Daughter: Who is Tiger Woods?

Sister: May I have some of your cake?Sister: From the bottom of my bottomless stomach... NO.--------------------Son: (observing the High School classrooms) I know why the windows don't open. So the kids can't escape.--------------------Son: (upon discovery of contraband in pants pocket) I was just looking at it! Only a gangster would take a cap gun to church!--------------------Daughter: Hey! You can't copy what I wrote! That's polygamy!--------------------Daughter: Isn't Mark Twain like, "old" and "dead"?--------------------Grandmother: I'm 84 but I've got a good life... I've got my family, I've got my friends... Wait, no! All my friends is dead!--------------------Sister: I'm going to open the door but I'm sitting on the toilet so don't look, ok?Brother: okSister: I TOLD YOU NOT TO LOOK!Brother: But you're blocking the view!--------------------Sister: I spoke to her and she agreed.Sister: Is she awake?Sister: No, I talked to her self-consciously.--------------------13 yr old Daughter: What do I do with the bun in the oven?Mother: ...choke...--------------------Child: It's the shape of a box, only it's round.----------------------Child: Can I have some chocolate?Mother: Eat lunch first.Child: I did.Mother: What did you have?Child: Nothing.